Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2002 15:18:27 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 10
Disclaimer: Usual stuff. This is fiction. Didn't happen to my knowledge.
Some of the parts I hope never does.
This story is dedicated to several people:
My friend Bob in Illinois who's constant love and support over the last few
years has seen me through some very rough times. Thank you, Bob, for always
being there.
My friend Geoff in England who's love and concern saw me through some of he
very rough patches I went through writing this.
My friend Joshua, wherever you are. I promise, Joshua, that I will never
forget.
And last, but NEVER least - to all Gay and Bi-Sexual members of the United
States Marine Corps who continue to serve with bravery and distinction
despite the persecution that they risk. To me, they are the true Heros.
MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND
Part 10
By RimPig (c) 2002
The following Monday morning, I called Shirley into my office.
"Yes, Mike, what do you need?" she asked.
"Could you please get us both a cup of coffee. We have something we need to
talk about." I said.
"Sure!" she said.
Shirley had never been the kind of secretary to object to getting me a cup
of coffee. Of course, I very seldom asked her. She came back with two cups,
closed the door and sat down at the conference table where I'd moved.
"So, what's up, boss?" she asked.
"You once asked me if there was anything that Troy wanted, anything that
you could do for him. Are you still interested in doing that?" I asked.
"Of course I am! What can I do?" she asked, smiling.
"Well...every party we've ever had here has been fabulous because you
planned it. Troy needs your help in throwing a very special kind of
affair." I said.
"What kind of an 'affair'?" she asked, her curiosity peaked.
"A wedding." I said.
Shirley sat there with her mouth open. For the first time since I'd known
her, she was completely speechless. I just sat there and smiled at her.
"A...a...a wedding!? Who's getting married?!" she exclaimed.
"Troy and I are." I said.
"You're kidding!!! Oh my heavens!!! This is so wonderful!!! But what made
you decide to actually have a ceremony? I thought you two exchanging rings
up on that cliff did that for both of you?" she asked.
"Well, it really did for me, and for Troy as well. But we had an objection
from somebody that we did it alone and they couldn't be there for it." I
said.
"And can I ask who that someone is? Melissa, maybe?" she guessed.
"Well, Melissa is very happy about it and wants to help out as well but,
no. It wasn't Melissa." I said.
"Then who?!" she asked, puzzled.
"Troy's mother - Janet." I said.
Again, her mouth opened and again she was speechless. Wow! Twice in less
than an hour! This was a real record!
"You told his mother!!!" she finally got her voice back.
"No. Not exactly. She kind of told us. We went to dinner after Troy's
graduation Saturday night and at the end of the meal, she pulls out the
ring I bought Troy. She found it in his drawer. She then told us that she'd
figured the whole thing out. Rather than going 'postal', she told us how
happy she was and gave us her blessing! She then made me take Troy's things
and move him back to our house, permanently. She said that she wanted Troy
to be with the man that he loved and who loved him." I explained.
"Oh, Mike! That's the most wonderful news I've heard in a very long time!
Of course, I would love to help plan your wedding!" she said.
"Well, you won't have to do it alone. I told you, Melissa wants to help and
you'll be working on it with Janet. She wants to help plan her son's
wedding." I told her.
"How wonderful! I'll be glad to work with her. Just one thing...." her
voice tapered off.
"I already told her that you have a female lover. Doesn't bother her in the
least. In fact the only people that will be at this wedding will be Janet,
you and Amanda and Melissa." I told her.
"Have you thought about who's going to perform the ceremony?" she asked.
"What?" I asked.
"Who do you want to perform the ceremony?" she asked again.
"I never thought about it at all! Who the hell could we get? I mean, we're
not getting married legally. And no minister or priest is going to marry
two guys!" I said.
"Wrong." she answered.
"Wrong?" I looked at her like she'd lost her mind.
"Wrong. There's a lot of Gay couples getting married today. They usually
call them 'Ceremonies of Holy Union' but it's the same thing. Amanda and I
had one a long time ago. We both know a Gay priest who does it all the
time. Do you want me to ask him if he could do it?" she asked.
"Well, sure! That would be great! I had no idea that kind of thing went
on." I said.
"You haven't exactly been 'out of the closet' very long." she laughed.
"No, I guess you're right. I've got a lot to learn!" I conceded.
"By the way, when is this wedding supposed to take place?" she asked.
"In about six to eight weeks." I said.
"Six to eight weeks!!!" she all but screamed. "That's all!!!"
"Well, we wanted to do it when Troy had a break between college
semesters. Why? Is that a problem?"
"Oh, no! No problem!" she said, sarcasm dripping on her words. "We just
have to find a caterer, who are usually booked at least a year in advance,
get a cake which usually takes at least two to three months to design and
where are we holding this shindig, may I ask?" she asked.
"Well, I figured we could just hold it at the house. The back yard is big
and there's privacy fencing all around." I said.
"Well, that's ok. But we still should get a tent, just in case and then
there's flowers!" she said.
I could already see her calculating. I knew this would come off - no matter
her protests. This would be her wedding gift to us and I knew it would be a
beautiful wedding. I gave her Janet's work and home number and she went off
to start making phone calls - never giving me a second look! Oh, well, I
was only one of the 'grooms'. I didn't matter in this phase of 'Operation
Wedding'!
Later that same morning, I had a surprise visitor. Melissa.
"What are you doing here, sweetie?" I asked when Shirley showed her into my
office.
"I've got something I need to ask you." she said.
"Well, honey, it's late enough, why don't we go to lunch and talk about
it?" I said, getting up from my desk.
There was a beautiful French-country restaurant called Sage near the
office, so I let Melissa drive us there. She loved her new car and wanted
to give me a ride in it. We got to the restaurant and I ordered for us.
"Ok, sweetie, what's up?" I asked.
"Daddy, I told Pete about you and Troy last night." she started.
"Oh, God, no! He freaked out on you!" I said.
"No, Daddy!! Not at all! In fact, his actual words were 'That's really
cool!'." she smiled at me. "He really likes Troy and he actually likes
you. Of course you aren't making those 'protective Dad' faces at him!" she
giggled.
"Well, I'm really glad, sweetie. So what is it?" I asked.
"Well, he was so excited about you guys actually getting married that he
asked me if he could come! I didn't know what to tell him. I told him I'd
have to ask you and Troy. I talked to Troy this morning but you got away
before I could talk to you." she said.
"What did Troy say?" I asked her.
"He said that it was ok with him. He said he liked Pete and that he thought
it would be great for me to 'bring a date'." she told me.
"Well, then it's fine with me! This wedding is more for Troy, his mother
and for you than for me. You know that. I'm already married to Troy in my
heart and, for me, that's all that matters. But he wants to celebrate and
share our happiness with all of you. I've got no problem with that. So if
Pete really wants to come, I'm perfectly happy to have him there. He just
has to understand that he may see some things he's never seen before. Like
two guys making out!" I laughed.
"I already discussed that with him. He's cool with it. Trust me, Daddy."
she said.
"I do, honey. I do. Pete seems like a really good guy. I really am glad he
wants to come. But, I do wonder why?" I asked.
"Well...Daddy...I really like Pete a lot." she said.
"Are you trying to say that things are getting serious between you two?" I
asked.
"Well...yes. Daddy, I think I may be in love with him." she said.
"And how does he feel about you?" I asked.
"He says he loves me. We haven't done it yet, in case you're wondering. But
I do have very strong feelings for him. We both want to take it slow
though. We know we've both got another year of high school and then
college. But we do love being with each other." she said.
"Sweetie, if you love Pete, then I'm very happy for you! I told you that I
trust you. This is a decision that you're going to have to make for
yourself. I won't interfere. I promise." I smiled at her.
"Daddy, you're so wonderful!" she said, her eyes full of love for me.
My heart sang! My daughter loves me. My lover loves me! Life was better
than I ever knew it could be!
We finished lunch and then Melissa drove me back to the office. As I passed
her desk, I stopped to talk to Shirley.
"It looks like we've got one more person for the guest list." I said to
her.
"Who?" she asked.
"Pete. Melissa's boyfriend." I said.
"Really?" she asked
"Yeah. Melissa told him everything Saturday night and he wants to come!
Seems he really likes Troy and, according to my daughter, he even likes
me. She attributes that to my not giving him any 'protective Dad'
faces. She also thinks she might be in love with him." I said.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" she said.
"Yeah. Play your cards right and you can do her wedding in a few years!" I
laughed.
"It would be a pleasure!" she smiled.
I went on into my office and lost myself in work for the rest of the
afternoon. As I was leaving, Shirley stopped me.
"I talked with that priest I told you about this morning. He says he'll be
glad to do the ceremony for you and Troy. The only thing is, he wants to
meet with both of you beforehand. He likes to get to know the couples that
he marries and have them make some decisions about the ceremony. When will
you be free?" she asked.
"Well, almost any evening. Troy and I don't go out much, maybe to dinner or
a movie. Most of the time we just stay home." I said.
I didn't mention that a lot of the time, we didn't go out in public because
we couldn't keep our hands off each other!
"Well, I give him a call tomorrow and set something up. You want him to
come here or to the house?" she asked.
"Better the house. You know I don't really want any of this getting out
here at the office." I said.
"Yes, I know. Ok, the house it is then." she told me.
So that's why, about a week later, Troy and I are sitting in the living
room with this short smiling little priest who's name was Father
Rob. Father Robert Gray to be more precise.
"I always like to meet the couples before the ceremony. It helps me to
understand what it is that they want from the ceremony." he explained.
"Can I get you a beer or anything, Father?" I asked.
"No, I don't drink. Haven't had a drink in almost 21 years now." he said.
"Really? Why is that?" Troy asked.
"Because, Troy, I'm a recovering alcoholic. Trust me, before I quit
drinking, I had much more than my share of booze in my lifetime. That's why
part of my ministry is dedicated to people who are trying to recover from
drugs and alcohol. The other people that I minister to are those who have
HIV/AIDS. A lot of them have both problems." he said.
"Gee! I thought you just married people!" Troy said.
"No, actually I don't do this very often. I'm usually too busy to do a lot
of weddings. Shirley is an old friend and caught me at a weak moment!" he
laughed.
"Do you marry a lot of couples that are the same sex, Father?" I asked.
"Actually, yes I do. Oh, I marry straight couples as well, but I much
prefer to marry Gay people. First of all, because I'm Gay but, more
importantly, because it is not always easy for Gay people to find anyone
who will bless their relationships. The Church has been very backward in
it's treatment. After all, they say that sex between two males is wrong
because they are not married. Then they deny marrying them! So what do
they expect? That because you're Gay you have to celibate? I don't think
so! Especially with Gay males, the tendency is to be just the opposite!" he
laughed.
"Boy, Father, you certainly have a different attitude toward things than I
heard growing up!" I said.
"What religion were you raised, Mike?" he asked me.
"Well, we basically went to the church that was closest. My Dad didn't go
at all and Mom didn't drag me anymore after I was 14. The church I guess I
went to the longest was Episcopal." I said.
"Well, the Episcopal Church has done a lot of changing on the issue of
homosexuality since you were 14. Should you ever want to go back there, I'm
sure you'd find yourself more welcomed than you'd expect. But since you
have that background, I have no problem using the ceremony out of the Book
of Common Prayer. It's easy to adapt to a service for two males or two
females." he explained.
"Yes, that's all right with me. What about you, Troy?" I asked him.
"We never went to church at all. My mom's father was some kind of preacher
and she hated her parents. Dad wasn't interested either, so I guess
whatever's good for you is all right with me." he said.
"No, I want you to be happy with this. You know you're the one who wants
this more than I do. It's important to you. I want it to be just what you
want." I told him.
"You don't want to get married, Mike?" Father Gray asked.
"Father, to tell you the truth, I feel like we already are. We exchanged
rings and made some very important promises to each other one night in a
place that is very special to both of us. But Troy's mother wanted to see
him get married and Troy wanted to celebrate our love with some of our
friends. I'm happy to do that for him." I said.
"Oh, I understand. And I don't disagree with you. A priest doesn't actually
'marry' people. They marry each other. They exchange vows and symbols of
their love and commitment to each other. All the priest really does is
stand as witness that those vows were made and he blesses the couple and
prays for God's grace to sustain them in their love. Yes, for all intents
and purposes, you are already married. And from the looks of things, quite
happily. But I think that sharing that happiness with others is a very
important thing." the priest said.
"I do, too." Troy said.
"As do I." I said to Troy. "But you want the ceremony and
everything. That's why I want you to make the decisions. I want it to be
exactly what you want. Whatever it is - short of getting married in the
nude or walking across hot coals - I'll go along. Ok?" I asked.
Troy leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips.
"Ok. I get it." he said, and then he looked over at the priest and started
blushing, realizing what he'd just done.
"Don't be embarrassed, Troy. I can tell that you two really are very deeply
in love with each other. I cannot even begin to tell you how much that
makes my heart warm and happy." he said, smiling.
"Can I ask you a personal question, Father?" I asked.
"Sure. My life is pretty much an open book." he said.
"Have you ever been in love? Have you ever had a lover?" I asked.
"Yes, Mike, I have. Three over my lifetime so far, in fact. The first was
when I was very, very young. In fact, he was Troy's age, 17. I was 15 at
the time. I was very deeply in love with Charlie and he with me, but his
father found out and that was the end of that! Then, when I was 20, I met
my second lover, Denny. We were both very involved in the Gay Lib movement
in the early '70's. But that relationship just kind of fell apart over
time. I think we were more committed to politics than each other. My third,
Gary, I met when I was 24. We were together for 19 years. So, yes. I do
know what being in love and living in a relationship is like, which I'm
guessing is the reason for your question." Father Rob said.
"Why did you break up after 19 years?" I asked.
"We didn't. He died of AIDS ten years ago. That's why I have the ministry
that I do." he said.
"Oh, God! I'm so sorry!" I said.
"Don't be! The pain has lessened over time. I can talk about him without
crying now." he said.
"Well, at least you weren't infected!" Troy said.
"And what makes you think that, Troy? I am, in fact, HIV+. That is one of
the reasons that I can reach people through my ministry. They know I
understand because I deal with the very same problems that they do." he
told Troy.
"I've never known anyone who had AIDS." Troy responded.
"Unfortunately, you probably have, but just don't know it. People tend to
be ashamed of the disease and hide the fact that they have it. They are
afraid that people will reject them because of the disease. Those of us
with HIV are truly the modern 'lepers'." Fr. Rob said.
"But surely that can't be true among Gay men, can it? After all, there are
supposed to be so many of them infected." I said.
"I only wish that were true. There is still some prejudice against those
that are infected in the Gay community - even today. Of course, not as much
as there used to be. It's more subtle today. Guys shy away from even making
friends with someone who is positive. Afraid that they will lose them and
have to go through the grieving process. Like we don't eventually lose
friends anyway. Life is a series of 'hello's' and 'good-bye's'. We can't
hide from the pain, no matter how hard we try." the priest sadly shook his
head.
"But we're here to talk about something much happier! Now let's see about
creating a ceremony that will be meaningful and memorable to you both!"
Fr. Gray said.
We talked for a long time about what we wanted included in this
ceremony. The priest never once called it anything but a 'marriage'. I was
glad of that because that's exactly what it was to me. I was marrying
Troy. 'Holy Union' seemed to be nothing but a euphemism and somewhat
'second- class'. There was nothing 'second-class' about what I felt for
Troy.
After the priest left, I was putting some dishes in the dishwasher when
Troy walked up behind me and put his arms around me and rubbed his already
bulging crotch against my ass.
"You want me to just drop my pants right here or can you wait until we get
in the bed?" I laughed.
"No, I kind of wanted to go play in the shower." he said seductively.
"I'm always ready for that!" I said as I felt his hands slide down and
start groping my hardening cock.
"I want to thank you." he said.
I turned around and put my arms around him as he grabbed my ass.
"What for?" I asked.
"For being so sweet about all of this wedding stuff." he said.
"Troy, it's no problem for me! I love you. I find that I'm having less and
less problem letting people know that. I find nothing shameful or
degenerate about our love for each other. And I'm rapidly reaching the
point that, if the rest of the world can't understand it or accept it, then
the rest of the world can kiss my ass!" I said.
"Oh no they can't!" Troy laughed. "That beautiful butt belongs to me! I'm
the only one who gets to kiss it!"
I laughed with him.
"No, I know that you love me. But I know that ceremonies and a lot of
folderol isn't your style." he said.
"No, it isn't. But like I keep saying, this is for you and your mom. And a
little for Melissa, too. I understand all this is really meaningful to
you. What's meaningful for me is that we're going to vow our love and
devotion to each other again. That's something I try to do every day." I
said.
"And you do is to well, too!" he smiled and rubbed his hard crotch against
my equal hardness.
"Well, that's because you make me strive to do my best!" I smiled back. "In
fact, I'd like to do that little thing we do to 'mark' each other."
"Mmm. That's what I was kind of hoping for. You must be able to read my
mind!" Troy smiled.
"Oh, yeah! Like it's so hard to read! You think about sex 55 seconds out of
every minute!" I laughed.
"And you don't?!" he grinned at me.
"Nah! I'm older. I'm down to about 50 seconds out of every minute!" I
laughed again. Then I got thoughtful. "I wonder what Fr. Gray would think
about our little 'ritual'?"
"Something tells me that he's one person who might actually understand it."
Troy said, seriously.
"Think he'd let us put it in the ceremony?" I waggled my eyebrows at him,
giving him a horny leer.
"Even if he would, I don't think that would go over very well with
everybody else!" he laughed.
"Yeah, bunch of spoilsports!" I laughed.
"Besides, I wouldn't want it in the ceremony anyway." he said.
"Why not?" I asked, afraid that there was some hidden shame happening here
with him.
"Because that's something that belongs only to us. For me, it's far too
intimate and personal to share with anyone." he said.
"Well...you don't have to. I feel the same way." I said, kissing him gently
on the lips.
I took his hand from around my butt and led him downstairs to the gym. When
we got there, I asked him if he wanted to go to the shower immediately or
could we start in the whirlpool first. He said that he could wait for the
shower and the whirlpool sounded like a really nice idea.
I got the water started and turned on the heater. While we were waiting for
it to warm up, we very slowly and sensuously undressed each other. I never
failed to take delight in revealing Troy's beautiful body. The only thing I
disliked about living with Melissa in the house was that we couldn't go
around naked all the time. But, if we could, I'd probably never make it to
work! In fact, I'd have a hard time leaving the house at all!
Troy seemed to take equal delight in my body, especially my fur covered
chest and abs. He loved to run his fingers through it and even tug gently
on it which sent all kinds of thrills through me. Like Randy, he
constantly told me how soft it was. I noticed that he especially loved
rubbing his face in it. I think he not only loved the feeling of my fur
against his soft face but I could always hear him breathing deeply when he
did it so the scent of my hair and body must have been a real joy to him as
well. As I had never had the chance to do this to another male, Troy and
Randy both having perfectly smooth chests, I had no idea what it was that
turned him on, except for what he told me about it.
Finally, the water was hot enough for us to get in the tub. I sat down and
Troy sat in my lap facing me so that his hard cock was pressed against
me. I ran my hand down his back until I reached his perfect bubble butt and
let my fingers slip into his crack and stroke his wrinkled hole. He moaned
and pressed his mouth to mine.
"God! I love when you do that!" he moaned as my finger slipped into his
hot, wet hole.
"I love to do it!" I murmured to him. "I love feeling you, so hot, so wet
and so tight!"
"I think you like that my hole belongs to you! That you're the first and
only guy who's ever fucked me and will ever fuck me." he smiled at me.
"That, too." I smiled back. "I'm just sorry that you weren't my first."
"No, that's ok. Two virgins in one bed is one too many!" he grinned.
"Well, you are my first in one thing." I said. "You're the only person that
I've ever taken their piss inside me."
"Yeah, that's what makes it special. We're the first and only for each
other in that." he said, pressing him mouth against mine again.
We stayed like that a while, kissing and fondling each other. I loved
playing with Troy's ass, feeling the substantial meatiness of his muscular
butt-cheeks, the depth of his butt-crack and the softness of his wrinkled
hole. At the same time, Troy was at my chest hair, running his hands
through it and gently tugging at it. He was also playing with my nipples,
pulling them pinching them gently. We were moaning into each other's mouths
while the hot water bubbled and swirled around us.
Finally we'd had enough of the preliminaries. We climbed out of the Jacuzzi
and I turned off the jets and the heater. We walked over to the shower and
Troy went to get on his knees. I stopped him and instead, turned him so
that he was facing the marble bench. I bent him over so that his ass was
exposed to my view. He spread his legs so that his ass-trench opened and I
could see his hole. I got down on my knees behind him and started eating
his butt like a starving man having his first real meal. Troy started
moaning and moving his butt around on my face while I feasted at his hole.
My tongue was soon buried inside him as far as it would go and I was
licking out the inside of his body.
When his hole was loose enough, I stood and squeezed my cock causing it to
produce more pre- cum which I proceeded to spread all over the head and
down the shaft. Then I spit on my hand and added the additional lubrication
to the it and placed it at Troy's willing hole. I grabbed his hips and
shoved forward slowly. The resistance of his ring quickly gave way and my
cock continued its drive into his tight, hot chute. Troy moaned and pressed
his ass back, gobbling my cock entirely until I hit bottom and my pubes
were crushed against his hole.
At this point I stopped. I knew Troy thought it was so that his bowels
could get used to my invader, but that took only seconds. His shit chute
was well used to my cock being buried there. Instead I was letting my cock
soften somewhat for the surprise I was about to give him. I knew he knew
something was different because he turned his head to look at me. I smiled.
"Just hang on, fucker! I've got a little surprise for you." I said, my
voice husky with desire.
He looked at me questioningly and then his facial expression turned to one
of amazement as he felt my piss begin to pour into his bowels.
"Oh, yeah! Fuck, yeah! Piss in my ass! Fill me up with your hot piss!" Troy
moaned as I proceeded to answer his plea.
I had a huge load of piss built up and my flow continued for several
minutes. By the time it was over, my piss was already leaking out his hole
and getting my whole crotch wet. The feeling of my hot piss surrounding my
cock buried in my lover's ass was incredible. I could almost cum just from
the feeling. As my cock drained out the last of my piss, it began
immediately to harden again and I proceeded to fuck Troy in his piss-filled
butt. Each time, I would withdraw, my piss would pour out of his hole and
down his balls. The feeling was so intense, and the thought of fucking Troy
in my own piss was so stimulating that I quickly reached the point of no
return. Normally, I would have held back and given Troy a chance to cum,
but I didn't want him to cum this way. I wanted him to cum up my butt -
hopefully filled with his piss.
I shot my load deep in his butt, moaning and crying out as I did so. Troy
grunted as I quickly pulled my cock from his ass and again got on my knees
and pressed my mouth to his ravaged hole, sucking out my load and a warm
gush of piss which was still inside. We were both moaning at this, as I
tasted, for the first time, my own piss from my lover's ass. The
combination of cum, piss and Troy's ass juices was a heady mixture that
revived my flagging cock. By the time I had sucked his ass dry, I was again
hard as a rock.
I stood up and pulled Troy up, turning him around so that I could kiss
him. He got to taste his ass, my cum and my piss in my mouth as we kissed
deeply.
"Now, I've marked all of you. You belong to me completely." I murmured as I
moved my mouth down to his sensitive neck and began to suck and nibble at
the skin there. Troy moaned at my attack of one of the most sensitive parts
of his body.
"I can't believe that you did that! I can't believe how good it felt! God!
How did you think of it?" he asked.
"I've shot so many loads of cum up there, it just seemed the natural
progression. Did you like it?" I asked.
"God! I LOVED it!" he exclaimed. "We have to do that more - LOTS more!" he
said.
"Well, I'm for that!" I smiled. "But I think to do a better job, I should
know what it feels like , too." I gave him a horny grin.
"So that's why you didn't get me off! I figured something like that!" he
laughed. "Well, I certainly have to take a wicked piss and my balls are
turning blue they want to cum so badly."
I pulled out of his arms and leaned down over the bench presenting my ass
to him. He immediately got down on his knees and buried his face in my
butt. I loved how Troy ate my ass. His tongue was long and broad. He would
flatten it out and scrub the wrinkled skin of my opening before spearing
his tongue deep into my hole. I especially loved the feeling of his cock
fucking in and out of my hole. It set fire to my bowels. A fire that only
his raging cock, pumping a hot load of cum could put out. Now, I was going
to find out how well piss satisfied the craving deep inside of me.
Troy pulled his face out of my ass and I heard him spit, preparing his cock
to enter me. I consciously relaxed my hole even further, awaiting the
feeling of his cockhead spreading my ass and sliding inside. There was
almost no resistance, just a slight sting of pain as his cock breached my
opening which quickly dissipated into pure pleasure as his hard, thick cock
slid deep into my bowels. I loved the feeling of fullness which his cock
gave me and moaned out my appreciation.
Like me, when he had bottomed out, Troy stopped, allowing his cock to soak
in the heat of my hole. I felt his cock soften slightly and then it
came. Warmth, stretching, fullness! I could feel Troy's piss filling my
hole and expanding it. I could hear Troy whimper and moan as his heavy piss
load gushed into my ass. The feeling was unlike anything else I'd ever
experienced. Deliciously sensual and arousing. I was afraid I'd shoot my
load without Troy ever even fucking me. I could feel the hot piss leaking
out of my hole and pouring down the back of my balls. It was additional
stimulation I didn't need at the moment and was threatening to make me blow
my load far too quickly. But I managed to calm down by the time Troy had
finished pissing inside me and I could feel his cock reach full hardness
again.
I knew exactly what he was feeling with his cock surrounded by his own hot
piss and the equally hot interior of my ass. He started pounding my ass and
the piss began gushing from my hole as he reamed me deep and hard. He had
no more staying power than I had and soon was moaning and crying out as he
pumped his load of cum in my ass. I went over the edge with him and we were
both howling out our orgasms.
"Fucking you in my piss! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!" Troy yelled.
"FFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!" I replied, unable to form any other words for what
was happening inside me.
Troy collapsed across my back, exhausted, and it was all I could do to
support us with my hands on the marble bench. I could feel him licking and
sucking at the skin of my back and shoulders, showing how much he loved me
and wanted to devour me. Finally he softened and his cock slipped from my
ass with more hot piss spilling from my hole and down my balls. He slid off
my back onto his knees and buried his face, once again, in my butt. He
locked his lips around my abused hole and began sucking his piss and cum
from inside me. The feeling of his tongue was so soothing on my ravaged
hole that I moaned out my appreciation.
Finally, being unable to find any more traces of his cum or piss, Troy
stood. I rose up and took him in my arms. His mouth tasted of his piss, his
cum and my ass juices as I kissed him deeply - a nectar I wanted to taste
again and again.
"Now I've permanently marked you! You can't get away from me! I can hunt
you down, just from the scent of you!" he smiled.
"You'll never have to. I can barely stand to be away from you when you're
at school and I'm at work as it is!" I laughed.
Then we took a long, sensuous shower which cleansed us completely because
our hands found every nook and cranny of each other's body and our mouths
found each other's often. The ties that bound us were stronger now than
they had ever been. With Troy in my arms, I found that I was in a place
that I had never been. I was truly, for the first time in my life, home.
The End of Part 10 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND
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